Passing Away

We are pass­ing

swift­ly pass­ing

To the dist­ant spirit land

Old and young alike are go­ing

To the Jor­dan’s beat­en strand;

One by one the dear ones van­ish

Passing to the oth­er side

Many hearts and forms we cher­ish

O’er its surg­ing bil­lows glide.

Oft me­thinks I hear the boat­man

Hear the splash­ing of his oar

Coming on to bear me home­ward

To the bright and gol­den shore;

Oft

by faith

I hear the chor­us

Catch the saints’ tri­umph­al song

And my spir­it’s ear­nest long­ings

Would the glo­ri­ous strains pro­long.

But a few more days of sor­row

And a few more sighs and tears

Then will come the bright to­mor­row

Then will end my hopes and fears

When the an­gel throng will meet me

In the realms of end­less day

And the Sav­ior

too

will greet me

Wiping all my tears away.